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The young man named Lan Li walked onto the stage and sat down in the middle of his mouth, with a small smile on his mouth, and said jokingly, "Thank Ed for the introduction just now and thank him for the compliment. Bayi Chinese? Net? ?W≠W=W≥.≠8≈1≤Z≈W≤.≠COM But I think everyone is here tonight, obviously not to watch the "American Idol" game."
In the live broadcast week of "American Idol", there was once such a link, two singers performed the same song, and then scored high and low.
This ridicule by Lan Li was obviously mocking this matter, which made the audience laugh, but George disliked it more: his tongue was slick! It's not like a singer, it's more like a talk show actor, it's really funny.
"Tonight is Monday. Just after a weekend of bustle and carnival, now it’s time to relax." Lan Li holds his guitar, looks relaxed and happy. This is the stage he is most familiar with. The comfort and ease of the environment completely relaxed his mentality, and his speech became more casual, "Then I will perform a small tune, hoping to add a smile to this evening."
George frowned again, minor? Ballad minor? This kind of minor is more difficult to create. The so-called minor is actually a hand-made etude. This minor reflects the accumulation and precipitation of the creators. Maybe the sense of weight is insufficient, but the background is richer. It is definitely not any creator. You can claim, "I wrote a small note", otherwise it would just be overwhelming.
George sneered.
Sitting on the stage, Lan Li bowed his head and gently hooked the strings. The clarity and transparency of the guitar strings was like a clear stream in the rich atmosphere of the bar, flowing out slowly, and the noise gradually calmed down. Come down, but the brisk, lazy, freehand feeling floating in the air jumps between the melody scores. The casual melody is like the sun at three o’clock in the afternoon in midsummer, and the air is floating with moist vapor and dry dust. , Refreshing and cozy, so beautiful that people can't help but wander in it, involuntarily, the arc of the corner of the mouth rises slightly.
This made George a little stunned for a while.
"Los-ange1es, she is a lady who dresses up for a riot." Lan Li's voice has a slight smile, like a butterfly resting on a flower bud, dancing her wings lightly, that moving. With a simple milky fragrance, the atmosphere in the bar can't help but become idle, "Don't forget to put your hands on the remote control, she is a mobile station... The stream is endless."
Simple melody, simple lyrics, all emotions seem to be understated, just like the simplest white shirt, but true experts know that the white shirt is the most exquisite, and George really learned from it. The taste has a deep meaning, and I can't help but paint such a wonderful picture in my mind:
The enchanting lady, dressed up in the rioting crowd, quietly watched the people coming and going and the changes in the world, like a long black waterfall in the back of her head, with a bright big red flower, and The flowers blooming all over the skirt complement each other. The peace that drifts in chaos, the vicissitudes of walking in turmoil, outline the power of time vividly and vividly.
"Seattle, she is lonely, standing in the woods in the north, waiting quietly, soaked in the damp green shade, savoring the aromatic coffee."
The white shirt seemed to have just been cleaned. The scent of jasmine lingers in the dry and sunny scent, and even the way of singing is not modified. The indifference and indifferent in the flat and straightforward, as if quietly watching the ebb Falling, Yunjuanyunshu, lazily making the smile become casual.
George couldn't help but closed his eyes. The woman in the white dress stood lonely on the edge of the endless birch forest. The drizzle made the air moist, and the endless green became fresh and tender. But in the aroma of coffee, she was alone, waiting for her lover, waiting for her family, waiting for friends, or... waiting for herself. The dazed and lost few, spread out like water vapor.
The leaping of the guitar strings became brisk in the creamy halo, but there was a kind of free and easy bard and unrestrained, the whole world calmed down, but the noise in the ears became more and more turbulent, this huge The contrast makes people indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves, as if falling into a world that only oneself can hear. Lonely, lonely, sorrowful, lost...was gently floating in the chest.
"New York, New York, she was weather-beaten, wandering in the streetlights and laughter, laughing, dancing..." Her eyes felt a little hot, and the sudden sorrow and grief was so turbulent, as if she was in the huge New York City, crowded with people. , But I was alone. This loneliness of being in the laughter and bustle easily defeated all the defenses and smashed into the depths of the soul. I couldn't help but listen to the sparse and vicissitudes of life singing, "... …Waiting for the dawn with a smile, she waits for the dawn with a smile."
New York, their New York, the unique New York, she is like a carnival back, always smiling, always dancing, always lonely, and never truly integrated into this world. That is the most unique temperament of New York. Only by truly wandering through it, and only by savoring with heart, can we capture the flash of depression.
Without warning, all of George's irritability settled down.
"San Francisco, she wore a fishing net and stepped on high and long heels..." The gentle voice that rose slightly made the smile at the corners of her mouth rise, as if the whole world was gradually brightening up. Zhu's lips opened slightly, as if he was sighing softly, and slowly walked down the long street with his back to the east..."
The curvaceous back, the coquettish high heels, the ragged shawl, like a bohemian vagrant walking on the edge of history, always wandering, all the way to the west, slowly, slowly, and slowly toward an unknown future , Life has always been unable to settle down, always walking on the road, that kind of unstable drifting has been rooted in the blood and left in every corner of the world.
"He was left in the palm of his hand, and his face faced the ocean."
The understatement lyrics are as beautiful as poetry, and the wisdom and philosophy hidden in the lines seem to have gone through the vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of the world. This is a real minor tune, after years of polishing, after the precipitation of time, after the impact of society, and also after the temper of the soul, it turns those cumbersome emotions into the simplest melody, as if it was just The tunes sung at random when accompanied by a glass of beer at dinner are the testimony of a period of life and a period of time.
George slowly opened his eyes and looked at the still young and immature face in the middle of the stage. The corners of his mouth were always smiling, like a bird with its wings spread and flying in the wind, freely embracing the blue sky and The earth, flying over the mountains and the sea recklessly, a small smile is enough to light up the whole world.
Then he sang softly, "He is left in the palm of his hand, and his face...faces...the ocean."
The mentality and artistic conception of facing the sea and blooming in spring, passing between the brisk musical notes, the slightly higher singing then slid down a smooth track, and landed again, lightly like the "Forrest Gump". The feather that can never fall to the ground has traveled through time and space, floating gently in my heart.
George's gaze fell on the figure, long, long unwilling to leave. In him, you can see the unrestrained and unrestrained bard, as well as the indulgence and randomness of wandering around the world. The power of time seems to slide past his fingertips quickly, and then it leaves people indifferent. To the traces.
George's heart was surging. That kind of uncontrollable excitement and excitement almost made him want to jump up. You know, how many big winds and waves he has seen, and he was on the same stage with Bob Dylan, even if he is not a respected old bone in the industry. , That's not far away. But it's been too long, he can't even remember the last time he was so excited. Could it be that he heard the first album of Norah-Jones? Is that 2oo1 or 2oo2?
What really excites George is not just this song, but the talent and talent revealed by this melody. To be honest, this song is not as good as "Ophelia" just now, and may even be slightly worse than "Top" in completion. However, this is a minor, an occasional minor, a few simple chords plus a few simple sets of lyrics, performed in a simple way, but it is so beautiful that the language loses its color.
Although it was just a song, George was willing to visit him personally with this song. Accepting Stanley’s invitation tonight, originally thought it was a trip for nothing, but now there are rare treasures ~www.novelhall.com~ This makes George feel a little unbearable.
What’s even more commendable is that George will not forget his own prejudice just now-the disadvantage of age and the vicissitudes of the song form an absolute contrast, just like the young geniuses of Lean Remus and Nora Jones who became famous. It makes people tremble. When Nora was born with the album "come-aay-ith-me", jazz also needed a genre of voice, talent, and talent, which successfully excited the entire North American music scene. Now, does he have a second Nora?
In an instant, the impression made a 180-degree turn.
Although he overturned his own judgment, George didn't feel embarrassed at all-if you can meet a real musical genius, it's just a little shame, then what's the problem?
George is a pure music lover, with no distractions, attentiveness, deaf ears, and even more attentive than Stanley. Not only did he not feel embarrassed, but he got excited. He couldn't help sitting up straight, looking at the stage with piercing eyes, concentrated, and developed a keen interest in the subsequent performance.
Note: Los Angeles (Los-ange1es——pushstart-agon)
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The young man named Lan Li walked onto the stage and sat down in the middle of his mouth, with a small smile on his mouth, and said jokingly, "Thank Ed for the introduction just now and thank him for the compliment. Bayi Chinese? Net? ?W≠W=W≥.≠8≈1≤Z≈W≤.≠COM But I think everyone is here tonight, obviously not to watch the "American Idol" game."
In the live broadcast week of "American Idol", there was once such a link, two singers performed the same song, and then scored high and low.
This ridicule by Lan Li was obviously mocking this matter, which made the audience laugh, but George disliked it more: his tongue was slick! It's not like a singer, it's more like a talk show actor, it's really funny.
"Tonight is Monday. Just after a weekend of bustle and carnival, now it’s time to relax." Lan Li holds his guitar, looks relaxed and happy. This is the stage he is most familiar with. The comfort and ease of the environment completely relaxed his mentality, and his speech became more casual, "Then I will perform a small tune, hoping to add a smile to this evening."
George frowned again, minor? Ballad minor? This kind of minor is more difficult to create. The so-called minor is actually a hand-made etude. This minor reflects the accumulation and precipitation of the creators. Maybe the sense of weight is insufficient, but the background is richer. It is definitely not any creator. You can claim, "I wrote a small note", otherwise it would just be overwhelming.
George sneered.
Sitting on the stage, Lan Li bowed his head and gently hooked the strings. The clarity and transparency of the guitar strings was like a clear stream in the rich atmosphere of the bar, flowing out slowly, and the noise gradually calmed down. Come down, but the brisk, lazy, freehand feeling floating in the air jumps between the melody scores. The casual melody is like the sun at three o’clock in the afternoon in midsummer, and the air is floating with moist vapor and dry dust. , Refreshing and cozy, so beautiful that people can't help but wander in it, involuntarily, the arc of the corner of the mouth rises slightly.
This made George a little stunned for a while.
"Los-ange1es, she is a lady who dresses up for a riot." Lan Li's voice has a slight smile, like a butterfly resting on a flower bud, dancing her wings lightly, that moving. With a simple milky fragrance, the atmosphere in the bar can't help but become idle, "Don't forget to put your hands on the remote control, she is a mobile station... The stream is endless."
Simple melody, simple lyrics, all emotions seem to be understated, just like the simplest white shirt, but true experts know that the white shirt is the most exquisite, and George really learned from it. The taste has a deep meaning, and I can't help but paint such a wonderful picture in my mind:
The enchanting lady, dressed up in the rioting crowd, quietly watched the people coming and going and the changes in the world, like a long black waterfall in the back of her head, with a bright big red flower, and The flowers blooming all over the skirt complement each other. The peace that drifts in chaos, the vicissitudes of walking in turmoil, outline the power of time vividly and vividly.
"Seattle, she is lonely, standing in the woods in the north, waiting quietly, soaked in the damp green shade, savoring the aromatic coffee."
The white shirt seemed to have just been cleaned. The scent of jasmine lingers in the dry and sunny scent, and even the way of singing is not modified. The indifference and indifferent in the flat and straightforward, as if quietly watching the ebb Falling, Yunjuanyunshu, lazily making the smile become casual.
George couldn't help but closed his eyes. The woman in the white dress stood lonely on the edge of the endless birch forest. The drizzle made the air moist, and the endless green became fresh and tender. But in the aroma of coffee, she was alone, waiting for her lover, waiting for her family, waiting for friends, or... waiting for herself. The dazed and lost few, spread out like water vapor.
The leaping of the guitar strings became brisk in the creamy halo, but there was a kind of free and easy bard and unrestrained, the whole world calmed down, but the noise in the ears became more and more turbulent, this huge The contrast makes people indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves, as if falling into a world that only oneself can hear. Lonely, lonely, sorrowful, lost...was gently floating in the chest.
"New York, New York, she was weather-beaten, wandering in the streetlights and laughter, laughing, dancing..." Her eyes felt a little hot, and the sudden sorrow and grief was so turbulent, as if she was in the huge New York City, crowded with people. , But I was alone. This loneliness of being in the laughter and bustle easily defeated all the defenses and smashed into the depths of the soul. I couldn't help but listen to the sparse and vicissitudes of life singing, "... …Waiting for the dawn with a smile, she waits for the dawn with a smile."
New York, their New York, the unique New York, she is like a carnival back, always smiling, always dancing, always lonely, and never truly integrated into this world. That is the most unique temperament of New York. Only by truly wandering through it, and only by savoring with heart, can we capture the flash of depression.
Without warning, all of George's irritability settled down.
"San Francisco, she wore a fishing net and stepped on high and long heels..." The gentle voice that rose slightly made the smile at the corners of her mouth rise, as if the whole world was gradually brightening up. Zhu's lips opened slightly, as if he was sighing softly, and slowly walked down the long street with his back to the east..."
The curvaceous back, the coquettish high heels, the ragged shawl, like a bohemian vagrant walking on the edge of history, always wandering, all the way to the west, slowly, slowly, and slowly toward an unknown future , Life has always been unable to settle down, always walking on the road, that kind of unstable drifting has been rooted in the blood and left in every corner of the world.
"He was left in the palm of his hand, and his face faced the ocean."
The understatement lyrics are as beautiful as poetry, and the wisdom and philosophy hidden in the lines seem to have gone through the vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of the world. This is a real minor tune, after years of polishing, after the precipitation of time, after the impact of society, and also after the temper of the soul, it turns those cumbersome emotions into the simplest melody, as if it was just The tunes sung at random when accompanied by a glass of beer at dinner are the testimony of a period of life and a period of time.
George slowly opened his eyes and looked at the still young and immature face in the middle of the stage. The corners of his mouth were always smiling, like a bird with its wings spread and flying in the wind, freely embracing the blue sky and The earth, flying over the mountains and the sea recklessly, a small smile is enough to light up the whole world.
Then he sang softly, "He is left in the palm of his hand, and his face...faces...the ocean."
The mentality and artistic conception of facing the sea and blooming in spring, passing between the brisk musical notes, the slightly higher singing then slid down a smooth track, and landed again, lightly like the "Forrest Gump". The feather that can never fall to the ground has traveled through time and space, floating gently in my heart.
George's gaze fell on the figure, long, long unwilling to leave. In him, you can see the unrestrained and unrestrained bard, as well as the indulgence and randomness of wandering around the world. The power of time seems to slide past his fingertips quickly, and then it leaves people indifferent. To the traces.
George's heart was surging. That kind of uncontrollable excitement and excitement almost made him want to jump up. You know, how many big winds and waves he has seen, and he was on the same stage with Bob Dylan, even if he is not a respected old bone in the industry. , That's not far away. But it's been too long, he can't even remember the last time he was so excited. Could it be that he heard the first album of Norah-Jones? Is that 2oo1 or 2oo2?
What really excites George is not just this song, but the talent and talent revealed by this melody. To be honest, this song is not as good as "Ophelia" just now, and may even be slightly worse than "Top" in completion. However, this is a minor, an occasional minor, a few simple chords plus a few simple sets of lyrics, performed in a simple way, but it is so beautiful that the language loses its color.
Although it was just a song, George was willing to visit him personally with this song. Accepting Stanley’s invitation tonight, originally thought it was a trip for nothing, but now there are rare treasures ~www.novelhall.com~ This makes George feel a little unbearable.
What’s even more commendable is that George will not forget his own prejudice just now-the disadvantage of age and the vicissitudes of the song form an absolute contrast, just like the young geniuses of Lean Remus and Nora Jones who became famous. It makes people tremble. When Nora was born with the album "come-aay-ith-me", jazz also needed a genre of voice, talent, and talent, which successfully excited the entire North American music scene. Now, does he have a second Nora?
In an instant, the impression made a 180-degree turn.
Although he overturned his own judgment, George didn't feel embarrassed at all-if you can meet a real musical genius, it's just a little shame, then what's the problem?
George is a pure music lover, with no distractions, attentiveness, deaf ears, and even more attentive than Stanley. Not only did he not feel embarrassed, but he got excited. He couldn't help sitting up straight, looking at the stage with piercing eyes, concentrated, and developed a keen interest in the subsequent performance.
Note: Los Angeles (Los-ange1es——pushstart-agon)
The young man named Lan Li walked onto the stage and sat down in the middle of his mouth, with a small smile on his mouth, and said jokingly, "Thank Ed for the introduction just now and thank him for the compliment. Bayi Chinese? Net? ?WW=W.81ZW.COM But I think everyone is here tonight, obviously not to watch the "American Idol" game."In the live broadcast week of "American Idol", there was once such a link, two singers performed the same song, and then scored high and low.This ridicule by Lan Li was obviously mocking this matter, which made the audience laugh, but George disliked it more: his tongue was slick! It's not like a singer, it's more like a talk show actor, it's really funny."Tonight is Monday. Just after a weekend of bustle and carnival, now it's time to relax." Lan Li holds his guitar, looks relaxed and happy. This is the stage he is most familiar with. The comfort and ease of the environment completely relaxed his mentality, and his speech became more casual, "Then I will perform a small tune, hoping to add a smile to this evening."George frowned again, minor? Ballad minor? This kind of minor is more difficult to create. The so-called minor is actually a hand-made etude. This minor reflects the accumulation and precipitation of the creators. Maybe the sense of weight is insufficient, but the background is richer. It is definitely not any creator. You can claim, "I wrote a small note", otherwise it would just be overwhelming.George sneered.Sitting on the stage, Lan Li bowed his head and gently hooked the strings. The clarity and transparency of the guitar strings was like a clear stream in the rich atmosphere of the bar, flowing out slowly, and the noise gradually calmed down. Come down, but the brisk, lazy, freehand feeling floating in the air jumps between the melody scores. The casual melody is like the sun at three o'clock in the afternoon in midsummer, and the air is floating with moist vapor and dry dust. , Refreshing and cozy, so beautiful that people can't help but wander in it, involuntarily, the arc of the corner of the mouth rises slightly.This made George a little stunned for a while."Los-ange1es, she is a lady who dresses up for a riot." Lan Li's voice has a slight smile, like a butterfly resting on a flower bud, dancing her wings lightly, that moving. With a simple milky fragrance, the atmosphere in the bar can't help but become idle, "Don't forget to put your hands on the remote control, she is a mobile station... The stream is endless."Simple melody, simple lyrics, all emotions seem to be understated, just like the simplest white shirt, but true experts know that the white shirt is the most exquisite, and George really learned from it. The taste has a deep meaning, and I can't help but paint such a wonderful picture in my mind:The enchanting lady, dressed up in the rioting crowd, quietly watched the people coming and going and the changes in the world, like a long black waterfall in the back of her head, with a bright big red flower, and The flowers blooming all over the skirt complement each other. The peace that drifts in chaos, the vicissitudes of walking in turmoil, outline the power of time vividly and vividly."Seattle, she is lonely, standing in the woods in the north, waiting quietly, soaked in the damp green shade, savoring the aromatic coffee."The white shirt seemed to have just been cleaned. The scent of jasmine lingers in the dry and sunny scent, and even the way of singing is not modified. The indifference and indifferent in the flat and straightforward, as if quietly watching the ebb Falling, Yunjuanyunshu, lazily making the smile become casual.George couldn't help but closed his eyes. The woman in the white dress stood lonely on the edge of the endless birch forest. The drizzle made the air moist, and the endless green became fresh and tender. But in the aroma of coffee, she was alone, waiting for her lover, waiting for her family, waiting for friends, or... waiting for herself. The dazed and lost few, spread out like water vapor.The leaping of the guitar strings became brisk in the creamy halo, but there was a kind of free and easy bard and unrestrained, the whole world calmed down, but the noise in the ears became more and more turbulent, this huge The contrast makes people indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves, as if falling into a world that only oneself can hear. Lonely, lonely, sorrowful, lost...was gently floating in the chest."New York, New York, she was weather-beaten, wandering in the streetlights and laughter, laughing, dancing..." Her eyes felt a little hot, and the sudden sorrow and grief was so turbulent, as if she was in the huge New York City, crowded with people. , But I was alone. This loneliness of being in the laughter and bustle easily defeated all the defenses and smashed into the depths of the soul. I couldn't help but listen to the sparse and vicissitudes of life singing, "... Waiting for the dawn with a smile, she waits for the dawn with a smile."New York, their New York, the unique New York, she is like a carnival back, always smiling, always dancing, always lonely, and never truly integrated into this world. That is the most unique temperament of New York. Only by truly wandering through it, and only by savoring with heart, can we capture the flash of depression.Without warning, all of George's irritability settled down."San Francisco, she wore a fishing net and stepped on high and long heels..." The gentle voice that rose slightly made the smile at the corners of her mouth rise, as if the whole world was gradually brightening up. Zhu's lips opened slightly, as if he was sighing softly, and slowly walked down the long street with his back to the east..."The curvaceous back, the coquettish high heels, the ragged shawl, like a bohemian vagrant walking on the edge of history, always wandering, all the way to the west, slowly, slowly, and slowly toward an unknown future , Life has always been unable to settle down, always walking on the road, that kind of unstable drifting has been rooted in the blood and left in every corner of the world."He was left in the palm of his hand, and his face faced the ocean."The understatement lyrics are as beautiful as poetry, and the wisdom and philosophy hidden in the lines seem to have gone through the vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of the world. This is a real minor tune, after years of polishing, after the precipitation of time, after the impact of society, and also after the temper of the soul, it turns those cumbersome emotions into the simplest melody, as if it was just The tunes sung at random when accompanied by a glass of beer at dinner are the testimony of a period of life and a period of time.George slowly opened his eyes and looked at the still young and immature face in the middle of the stage. The corners of his mouth were always smiling, like a bird with its wings spread and flying in the wind, freely embracing the blue sky and The earth, flying over the mountains and the sea recklessly, a small smile is enough to light up the whole world.Then he sang softly, "He is left in the palm of his hand, and his face...faces...the ocean."The mentality and artistic conception of facing the sea and blooming in spring, passing between the brisk musical notes, the slightly higher singing then slid down a smooth track, and landed again, lightly like the "Forrest Gump". The feather that can never fall to the ground has traveled through time and space, floating gently in my heart.George's gaze fell on the figure, long, long unwilling to leave. In him, you can see the unrestrained and unrestrained bard, as well as the indulgence and randomness of wandering around the world. The power of time seems to slide past his fingertips quickly, and then it leaves people indifferent. To the traces.George's heart was surging. That kind of uncontrollable excitement and excitement almost made him want to jump up. You know, how many big winds and waves he has seen, and he was on the same stage with Bob Dylan, even if he is not a respected old bone in the industry. , That's not far away. But it's been too long, he can't even remember the last time he was so excited. Could it be that he heard the first album of Norah-Jones? Is that 2oo1 or 2oo2?What really excites George is not just this song, but the talent and talent revealed by this melody. To be honest, this song is not as good as "Ophelia" just now, and may even be slightly worse than "Top" in completion. However, this is a minor, an occasional minor, a few simple chords plus a few simple sets of lyrics, performed in a simple way, but it is so beautiful that the language loses its color.Although it was just a song, George was willing to visit him personally with this song. Accepting Stanley's invitation tonight, originally thought it was a trip for nothing, but now there are rare treasures ~www.novelhall.com~ This makes George feel a little unbearable.What's even more commendable is that George will not forget his own prejudice just now-the disadvantage of age and the vicissitudes of the song form an absolute contrast, just like the young geniuses of Lean Remus and Nora Jones who became famous. It makes people tremble. When Nora was born with the album "come-aay-ith-me", jazz also needed a genre of voice, talent, and talent, which successfully excited the entire North American music scene. Now, does he have a second Nora?In an instant, the impression made a 180-degree turn.Although he overturned his own judgment, George didn't feel embarrassed at all-if you can meet a real musical genius, it's just a little shame, then what's the problem?George is a pure music lover, with no distractions, attentiveness, deaf ears, and even more attentive than Stanley. Not only did he not feel embarrassed, but he got excited. He couldn't help sitting up straight, looking at the stage with piercing eyes, concentrated, and developed a keen interest in the subsequent performance.Note: Los Angeles Los-ange1espushstart-agon
